#junko01

[notthatspiky-blog]

@nyantsuku

Why was this girl staring at him so… forcefully? No, she wasn’t staring at him per se, she was more staring at his suit with a very disappointed look, like he just did something very wrong, but he didn’t really know why, until he decided he had enough and asked.

“Um, why are you staring at my suit…? Did I spill something on it?”

[soiezan]

   "Hmm, hm, hello pretty stranger!” Casually scoots closer without any signs of warning, and gets a bit too close for some people’s tastes to this girl, who had been absorbed into some fashion(?) magazines until now. 

   “Shishi, it seemed to me as if you were bored by what you were reading, so why don’t we play a bit?!”

[unxdeadly]

we're just like you, except we're mean

there's a first time for everything.

definitely so, there had to be a first time for everything or else it simply wouldn't exist. first times (for anything, really) was always a yummy topic to converse about, but it came in different forms, and this sight left her briefly puzzled. having been used to the bizarre, the supernatural, the extraordinary, the mundane act of reprimanding a pesky homeless beggar seemed just that-- mundane; to the point of her thinking she'd seem it before.

but, that wasn't true. Giselle had never seen someone abuse a homeless man, nor had never ever done it herself, but-- ah. should she put it on her bucket list? why not.

approaching, keen blues spotted a familiar face. the rude girl, the mean one with the pink hair who maybe tried too hard (not that Gigi would ever say that-- yet) and dressed nicely. company was company, though, and people staved off boredom rather nicely. love the one you're with, correct?

crouching, she gently poked the man's arm a few times with dainty fingers, looking up at the girl from her position closer to the ground.

      “ Poor old geezer is gonna up and die if                       you keep kicking him like that, you know! ♥ ”

still, for the weight of those words, she's all smiles, not a hint of contempt in her tone.

[dreamyminded-blog]

[dread]

[►] Chiaki's thrown for a loop, because this is most certainly not something that's supposed to happen. It's like someone hacked the ROM, or it's an anti-piracy security measure. Everything's out of order and she didn't put in any codes that'd result in a situation like this.

Long story short...the final boss was not supposed to show up for a fight so soon.

There's a feeling of dread in her as she unwittingly approaches the girl that's a study in fashionable colors--those pigtails and the clothing and that calculating look all come together in a figure that breeds despair in her just by her presence alone. It's expected to feel despair in one's life, you just couldn't give in to it. Right?

...Chiaki supposes she should keep walking. It's probably too late to turn around now. Maybe absolutely nothing would happen once they crossed paths in this deserted hallway. What reason did they have for a confrontation?

(Not that she believed it for a moment. She had to be in the enemy's detection range, she's sure.) She keeps her eyes on her Vita and says nothing at all.